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Chapter 19

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I wake up to the warn sun rays pouring in through the windows, brightening my room. Sitting up and rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I run a hand through the thick mop of brown waves that lay messily on my head.

After slipping on an excessively baggy, grey pair of sweatpants, I make my way downstairs.

"Dad?" I call out as I reach the bottom of the stairs, only to be answered by the eerie silence that swam in the air of the house. I unlock my phone to figure out the time, reading 1:07 with a cringe. How could I have slept that freaking long without waking up once? But the bigger question was, where the hell is my dad? 

I waltz into the kitchen, immediatley noticing a neon green sticky note stuck to the refridgerator. I roll my eyes, already having a good idea what it would read.

Annaliese, Kristen and I will be taking a week or so to ourselves. We've decided to fly out to Honolulu! So we will be out for the next few days. I left you so spending money in my study, you have my permission to do what you please. ~ Dad

What the actual fuck? I expected them to be out for a few days not a week! And they went to Hono-fucking-lulu without their daughter? Well, my dad's daughter but still. This is bullshit.

I rip the note to shreads, feeling hot tear burning in my tear ducts. It really sucks to have only one parent  left and that one could give a shit less about you. Leaving the small pieces of green scattered on the kitchen floor, I storm up to my room, feeling the itch to do something I haven't in a while.

I open my top dresser drawer, in search of the familiar glint. When I spot it, I pull it out, running my finger gently over the thin, sharp edge.

Soon the blood is pouring, the tears are coming out in pathetic heaps and the regret is seeping in. I have been clean for so long. Longer than I have in years. I had even stopped wearing the bracelets, my scars becoming unoticeable.  Why did I have to be so fucking worthless? Why did I have to be so fucking weak? I had been clean since Cameron. Why did I choose now to break? Cameron.

I dropped the sleek, silver blade that was douced in my warm, red pain, reaching for my phone and dialing my light at the end of this dark tunnel. Within a couple of rings, I hear the one of a few things that can cheer me up in seconds.

"Annaliese?" his deep voice rasps through the phone.

"Hey..." I croaked, a smile pushing on to my lips at the sound of his voice.

"What's wrong?" he questioned sternly, his voice now filled with worry and alert almost instintely.

I laughed pitifully at my own expense, more warm tears cascading down my cheeks. I pinched the bridge of my nose, sucking in a deep breath through my nostrils and sniffling.

"Talk to me, baby. I'm coming over, okay?" he cooed into the line.

"Okay."

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"They left me with a stupid fucking note and took off! What kind of shit is that?" I weeped into his white shirt, angrily.

"Shhh, it's gonna get better. I promise, Annaliese," he told me, smoothing my hair and I dug my face further into his chest, fisting his shirt between my fingers.

"Why doesn't anyone cares about me, Cameron?" I asked into his chest. "What did I do wrong."

He pushed back by my shoulders, forcing me to look at him. His eyes poured into my eyes, searching them as I desperately tried to read his.

"I don't care about you," he spoke, not breaking eye contact with me. "I love you, Annaliese."

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This chapter was so spontaneous, I can't even. It was written completely different and ended up like this. Sowwy for not updating and any mistakes Love you, loooooseerrrrss. Another Update tonight, I swear!